Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is "yes"Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice A singer must die for the lie in his voice And I thank you, I thank you for doing your dutyYou keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty Your vision is right, my vision is wrong I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song

Oh, the night it is thick, my defences are hid In the clothes of a woman I would like to forgive In the rings of her silk, in the hinge of her thighs Where I have to go begging in beauty's disguiseOh goodnight, goodnight, my night after night

I am so afraid that I listen to youYour sun glassed protectors they do that to youIt's their ways to detain, their ways to disgrace Their knee in your balls and their fist in your faceYes and long live the state by whoever it's madeSir, I didn't see nothing, I was just getting home late